Jessica Wakefield always had high aspirations. Sure, running around dressed like a superhero was fun, but she knew she was better than that, and she knew she wanted to be more. She was barely 18 when the crackdown happened, but she was old enough to know she could make it on her own. She first thought about heading to California, back home to the Pacific and the beaches, but her travels brought her instead to Miami, where pretty girls were a dime a dozen, and to stand out one had to have extra assets.
She got work as a dancer initially. It was awful work, and Jessica's superiority complex was tested, but she soon caught the attention of a local businessman... an impotent businessman forty-some years older than she was. The two of them worked out a pleasant little arrangement, making Jessica a kept woman until his demise about a year ago.
Now all she has are her good looks, breast implants, and no place to go. Her life of luxury in Miami is no longer hers. So she's heading back to the City to see if any of her old friends are still around... if she even had friends to begin with...
She got work as a dancer initially. It was awful work, and Jessica's superiority complex was tested, but she soon caught the attention of a local businessman... an impotent businessman forty-some years older than she was. The two of them worked out a pleasant little arrangement, making Jessica a kept woman until his demise about a year ago.
Now all she has are her good looks, breast implants, and no place to go. Her life of luxury in Miami is no longer hers. So she's heading back to the City to see if any of her old friends are still around... if she even had friends to begin with...
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